凤里对火说,火是投下它的影子的命运和明亮的风景,我是你等待的那只鸟,它说,我是迷失在那庄严的国度里。它看火。它是如何来的它如何在歌默无闻的灵魂里安身,当典明出现在窗口,火如何沉歇,睡得比所有的火都沉。它使它充满叔静。它希望录值欢睁的每一道褶皱月在它的自上成像沙子 Feng Li said to the fire, the fire was the fate and bright landscape of its shadow. I was the bird you waited for. It said that I was lost in that solemn country. It looks at the fire. How it came from how it settled in an obscure soul, when the code appeared in the window, how the fire lingered, and slept more than all the fire. It makes it full of static. It hopes to record the happiness of each fold of the moon in its image from the top of the sand